The Princess Charlotte
Letitia Elizabeth Landon 1802 (Chelsea) – 1838 (Cape Coast)
THE tears of a nation were shed for her doom,
The wail of a people rose over her tomb.
From palace and cottage one funeral cry,
Asked—So gay and so lovely, oh, how could she die ?
Scarce a year since her bridal had gladdened the land,
The wreath on her forehead, the ring on her hand :
When forth went the summons, and down came the blow;
And the young hope of England in dust was laid low.
Alas, for her husband, though others may weep,
Ah, what is their sorrow, to what he must keep !
A dream for his midnight, a shade for his day,
For which time has no comfort, and hope has no stay.
Love may be forgotten, when false or when vain ;
And pride may recover its calmness again.
But where is the solace for tears that are shed
O’er the hope of a life-time, the loved and the dead.
Oh ! folly of deeming aught earthly can last,
Life never knew sorrow whose reign has not past.
Oh ! mockery of mockeries, to trust human heart,
Whose grief is a shadow, to come and depart:
For he, the heart-broken, hath joy at his side,
And again at the altar he stands with his bride.
Oh! dark shades of Claremont, find brightness and bloom,
For the widower desolate returns a bridegroom.
“It is said, that Leopold and his young bride intend visiting this country, when they will spend a fortnight at Claremont.”—Morning Paper.
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Submitted by Madeleine Quinn on July 31, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,294 |
Words | 245 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1 |
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